𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 Ӝ ᴡᴇɴᴄʟᴀɪʀ ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs

𝘛𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 ⊹ 𝚇𝚇𝙸𝚇

No explanation. No nothing. Just, angst. Take it or leave it, hope you guys enjoy. This isn't gonna be written like my others.

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Serious topics.
Self harm
Suicide
Everything like that.
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"I'm tired." The goth said quietly. "What?" The other girl asked. Nothing. Just pure, silence. "I'm, tired." She said firmly. The room was silent, no response from the blonde. The silence was almost uncomfortable, like something was wrong. The goth never talked about how she felt, she never said anything, never hinted at anything. She just accepted it, she accepted things were how they were and that even if she wanted to, she couldn't fix anything. So in all honesty, why try? Talking about it couldn't fix the past, couldn't fix the present, couldn't fix her problems, so why bother? "Tired?.." Confusion filled the blondes voice as she moved closer to the goth. Space still seperate them as per the goths request.

"Please." Was all she could manage. "I- I don't understand." The blonde said quietly. "Everything. I'm tired of everything. Everyone." She muttered out, clenching her fists. "Talk to me, my dear. Tell me why, please." The wolf grabbed the goths hands, holding them in hers. Cold hands meeting warm ones. "I don't, know. That's the problem." The girl started, her body relaxing at the touch of her girlfriend. "I don't know why I feel like this. I don't know why I feel." She continued on, though her voice beginning to break. "It's not fair. None of it's fair. Not these emotions, not my life, nothing. Not a single thing is fair." The goth felt her chest tighten slightly the more she explained, almost like someone's throat closing up.

The blonde sat quietly, listening carefully. "The cycle that continues everyday. And everyday I get worse. I feel dirty covered in these scars. Fresh and old. Ribs, chest, thighs, sides, arms. The scars, faded or red. Bloody or tender. Scabed or gone. More and more just being added to my disgusting body." The gloomy girl couldn't believe she was telling someone. She didn't wanna believe it. Emotions were weaknes, right? "Wh..- scars?" The goth heard her girlfriends voice break. She didn't wanna believe she was telling her, let alone the fact she had now made her cry over it.

The blonde squeezed the goths hands slightly, more so in a comforting way then in a way to comfort herself. "It's like an addiction, sometimes staying twenty-four hours clean isn't an option. Sometimes I can go two weeks. But never more. I can't stop. I don't want to stop. I always find some way." Her voice began to break more to, tears formed in her eyes. At any given moment they could fall, though not per her request. She'd rather die than cry in front of her girlfriend, than cry in front of anyone. "It's not like- like I haven't, tried to stop." She persisted. They wanted the blonde to know they tried. "I know Wen, I know." She said quietly. "It's not- it's not fair." She tightened her grip on the blondes hands. She felt the first few tears fall, landing on her legs. Her breath hitched and now she felt as if she couldn't breathe.

The goth let go of her girlfriends hand with one of hers and immediately brought it up to her face. She tried so hard to wipe away the tears, but it was no use. The more she wiped her tears away the more emotional she got, something she was terrified for. The thought of crying in front of the other girl made it all worse, she didn't want to cry, she didn't want to cry in front of her, she didn't want to cry in front of anyone. "I'm tired of my life" she managed to choke out. And that was it, she broke. She spent so many years of her life not crying, this was her breaking point? She couldn't stop herself no matter how much she tried. She broke down right infront of the one girl she didn't want to.

"Let it out. Let it all out love." She caressed the goths cold hand with her thumb. The Raven girl let the tears fall this time. If she trusted this girl, then she should trust her enough to cry in front of her. The tears just fell, continued to fall for a while until it all turned into full blown sobs. "I can't do this anymore" she sobbed. "Can I?" The blonde asked quietly. The goth nodded. Soon, the blonde pulled the other girl close to her, onto her lap and held her. Held her close. The goth sobbed into her shoulder, everything she said muffled between her sobs or the fact her face was buried into the blondes shoulder.

"It's gonna be okay, I'm here."

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Word count: 809

(A/N: I started this last night when I was not at all okay💔 sleeping actually fixes all my problems 💫 anyway, my apologies this is short but I still hope you liked it, thank you sm for all the kind words it actually means sm to me and I really needed to hear it. <3)

-ℂ𝕠𝕣𝕠